Perry letters

chosen"

and sent up to me the Sunday Examiner and Call if possible.

Now, while I am in a grateful mood I might thank you for that box of candy.

Either whilst involved in the intricacies of a long and abstruse passage in German, or pondering over some profound thought in the philosophy of personal Ethics, or yet whilst wrapt in the subtlties of classic French poetry it has despatched me into the seventh Heaven of momentary bliss.

And the dates! They were simply "aus Gesicht." (The translation of this my little Teutonian

sister will give you.)

At about ten oclock each evening my interior would begin to feel as if it had not had the company of food for several weeks and an intestine war of no small porportions would then ensue. At this hour I would then bring out my dates and my hungry room-mate and I would enjoy a little feast of several minutes duration.

By eating just a few dates each night in order to appease the wrath of our respective "inner men" we managed to make them last for almost a week.

But now that they are gone there is an overwhelming sorrow in our room

and with gnashing of teeth and bitter lamentation we view the scattered remnants of our feasts and sign for the dates that are no more.

You may easily see the moral of the foregoing tale, however, for fear you may not, I have written it out in full below:

"A nice box of dates would make a most presentable present to your son on his twentieth birthday, A.D. 1897."

If you can will you please send up some ruled writing paper of about the size of this sheet, and some envelops. Send them wrapped up in the newspapers.

Write "early and often." With love to all,

Your loving son,

Jewell

Stanford University, California, Sunday A.M., Jan. 1897

My deareset Mama:

Well, another week has rolled around and Sunday finds me back at school studying hard. I received, after many vicissitudes of time, the letter containing the report of my examinations, and of course I was well pleased when I found that I had passed all the exams.

My old friend Paul Potter, who formerly went to the University of the Pacific, has come to Stanford.

and we have been very much in each-other's company since. Yesterday morning we played Tennis for an hour or so; and last night we studied French together.

Last Tuesday I received a Bible from the east. It was a premium to the Christian Herald.

The book is worth $5.00 having gilt edges, indexed, and a number of references in the back. Altogether it is a Bible that I shall always be proud of; and, in connection with the weekly, it makes a very presentable present from Aunt Ruby.